Nico: I Don't Get The Concept Of A Family, Like They Don't Like You

The signs as three word descriptions based on people I know

Aries: tiptoe through chaos

Taurus: a pimpled goblin

Gemini: horny, but chic

Cancer: the sun’s sugar

Leo: stressed but blessed

Virgo: lovely and oblivious

Libra: pure peachy brilliance

Scorpio: don’t poke that

Sagittarius: don’t smoke that

Capricorn: deeply troubled flannel

Aquarius: that’s a fire-hazard

Pisces: nasty lil grandpa

Yet another 3 days in the infirmary fic!!

I followed him. It was stupid I know but I followed the stupid blonde to the infirmary. My blue eyed captor smiling his brightest smile luring me into a confined corner. Part of me wanted to be normal. Wanted to enjoy the attention. I wasn’t raised that way. Not by my mother and not by myself.

Setting me up in a corner of the infirmary, turns out Will had everything all planned out. It was concerning.

“Ok so here’s your room you will be here for three days minimum until I deem you fit for camp. First we are going to do a routine check up and get a history on you. From what I pulled from your records we don’t have anything from the last four years but it seems we still have stuff from when you and your sister first arrived.”

Bianca. Will knew about Bianca….

“Yeah well not much has changed.”

“I’ll be the judge of that sir. Ok I need you to strip down. First shirt then pants. You may keep your underwear on.”

“Is this really necessary?”

“Yes I need to make sure everything is ok Nico. I promise I’m not just trying to get you naked. ”

I blushed at the idea. Breathe Nico breathe it’s just a doctor exam. I took off my clothes and sat on the white canvas cot all made up for me. The ones here in the back were bigger. Must be for stays longer than a night. Taking his time and moving slowly Will moved around me like I was a feral animal. Must be used to kids with PTSD. Kids who look at their swords a little to long and pull from sheath from the sound of a dinner plate breaking.

Coming over he sat on a low wooden stool setting out medical implements in a neat row. The more he organized the more nervous I became. I fought monsters and gods and yet Will Solace lining up reflex testers and swabs made me start shaking.

Looking me over I could feel his blue orbs absorbing everything from my body. In all honesty I haven’t been this undressed in a very long time especially not with someone looking at me. Long warm fingertips grazed my scars. I had so many from the years. Wordlessly he went to work on the Lycon scratches. Mumbling about taking out the stitches and redoing them.

“Nico I need to do something and it’s going to hurt a lot. I need you to hold still can you do that?”

“Yes of course.”

“Would you like something to bite on? I have a belt.”

“No I can take it.”

“Ok. ”

Pressing his hands on the marks heat swarmed in the area ripping my skin apart. He was reversing what had already healed to the original state of the scratches. The stitches broke as he did this snapping off, barely noticeable compared to the rest of the pain. I could feel blood running down my back.

I didn’t scream. I didn’t even make noise. Taking a hot pad he staunched the bleeding. Grabbing the tools from the table he prepped the area.

“I’m going to put some stuff in these to numb them then I’ll redo the stitch work.”

I nodded silently afraid to open my mouth, who knew what would fly out. Will was so concentrated when he worked like nothing could pull his attention away from what he was doing. I had never seen such focus. Especially not in the ADHD hub of people we were around.

“What was it you used to numb it?”

“Cocaine”

“WHAT!”

“Geez deathboy it was a joke. It was powered unicorn horn.”

“Oh good.”

“Are you saying you have used cocaine?”

I was silent.

“Nico, I need to know certain things for medical use and drug use is one of them. I’m a doctor for all intents and purposes I can’t and won’t talk to anyone about it. I need to know for drug interaction though.”

Damn him and his using logic against me.

“I ugh.. I’ve used it before. And pain pills the mortal kind.”

“Like Motrin pain meds or like Percocet?”

“Vicodin and Oxy.”

“Last time you took these?”

“Before the Doors of death and right after I boarded the Argo II. I ran out.”

“Did you go through withdrawals?” He asked calmly.

“No I’ve never really been on them regularly enough to withdrawal.”

“Are these used recreationally?”

“Yes.” I admitted pitifully.

“Hey stop that!” He held his fingers below my chin not allowing me to look down.

“Nico, you are not the first demi God to self medicate. You are also not the last. It’s ok. We have all done it. Let’s just hope we can make it so you don’t have to anymore ok?”

“It’s just… I’m so tired of being in pain all the time.”

“I know. I can see that. You have so many marks it’s hard to count. I finished your stitches they should be able to come out tomorrow with some ambrosia and nectar. I also want to do a sleeping draught for you. I promise it’s dreamless. I made it myself.”

“You promise?”

“Yes. I have some in pill form too for you to take with you when you leave. I think two months worth should do the trick. Let your mind heal for a while.”

“Why are you being so nice to me?”

“Because you are letting me.”

Once again the smile creeped on his face and I couldn’t help but smile too.

“Ok question time. How many bones have you broken?”

“Around 17 or more.”

“Ok on a scale of 1-10 how tired would you say you get traveling from here to your cabin. Shadow travel that is?”

“Umm wow I’ve never thought about that I guess a 1?”

“Ok so that gives me an idea of how far you can go. Do you have an example for me or can give me any insight on your traveling? No other campers can do it so I need your help on this one.”

“Ok um… I can cross state lines pretty easily. More than 200 miles at a time I need a nights rest by myself. Taking others is more wary. In and around camp is very easy no fatigue. Zero fatigue in the underworld. I can visit my dad easily. ”

“Ok so let’s put a no travel ban on you for a month until you restore your strength. That includes skeletons and earth fissures.”

“You say that so calmly like you have heard this all before.”

“Well you would be surprised at some of the powers we run into here. You, Percy, Thalia, and Jason are he most powerful though.”

“Wait no Annabeth?”

“Nope she’s no better off than the rest of her siblings. She just happens to have more clout and experience. Makes her seem more powerful when really it’s just the confidence behind it.”

“Makes sense.”

“Ok I’m hooking up your IV and you will be sleeping very soon.”

Taking his time and small pinch later he had me hooked up and feeling… feeling really good. I was getting drowsy pulling the covers over me.

“Hey Nico?”

Yawn..“yeah”

“You are staying right? At camp I mean?”

“I’ll try. I’ll give it a real try.”

“Ok”

And I drifted off with thoughts of blonde curls and lapis blue eyes.

Day 2

Waking up I could feel the warm covers soft on my skin. My eyes heavy with sleep practically stuck together.

“Wake up deathboy time to do checks!”

I felt a swat on my behind.

“Whoa dude watch the merchandise!”

“Merchandise? Are you for sale?”

I blushed.

“I’m going to reach for your hand now.”

Taking my hand he looked like he was reading my pulse and other vitals.

“Why did you warn me that you were going to touch me.”

“Cause I didn’t want my hand broken.”

“You just touched my ass and you warn me about my hand.” I drawled with sarcasm.

“Yeah well I had to get you moving and I knew you wouldn’t see it coming. Tell me who else at this camp would even dare try to touch your backside?”

“No one unless they have a death wish.”

“Yeah well see?”

“Do you have a death wish?”

“Nah but unlike everyone else, I’m not afraid of you.”

“Oh yeah why is that?”

“Because I carried you across camp on my shoulders dangling like a rag doll. You are about the size of a pack of gum.”

“Oh yeah, short jokes?”

“Well I’m sure you have a nice store of blonde jokes you can battle back at me with.” He winked.

The wink sent a jolt up my spine and made my face flush.

“I’ll take your blush as a lack of blonde jokes. No worries I know them all!”

“Great.”

“Well we are going to eat now so sit up.”

Sitting up he had some fruit and oatmeal for me along with a square of ambrosia. Tossing the ambrosia back first I tasted lemon cello cookies. I tried to eat but found it difficult. The apples felt like glass in my mouth. Will saw me struggling with the food.

“Hey uh how about we try something else?”

“Sure that would be great.”

Returning ten minutes later after he took the food, he had a large glass of pinkish purple liquid.

“It’s called a smoothie. ”

Taking a sip I could taste blackberries mixed with banana and strawberry. It was heavenly. Perfect texture.

“ I put protein powder in it. Maybe we should think about doing these to put some weight on you before moving into more solid foods.”

“How did you know?”

“Percy. He told me you went through Tartarus. Chiron said he knew a few guys who went through it. Not many escaped alive. He said there is nothing to eat there. He also said that it tricks you into thinking you have food when you don’t and you are not really eating what you think you are eating.”

“Yeah. Something like that.”

“So until we can get your stomach straight we will do these. No worries we can switch up flavors.”

“Thanks Will.”

“Yeah no problem buddy.” He ruffled my hair causing me to curse at him in Italian.

“Oh none of that now! You were being so good!”

“That was before you started treating me like a Labrador that took his treat nice.”

“Ok no petting you. I think within a month we can have you filling out those tshirts of yours nice. You have a great body already you just need a little weight.”

“Is this what our friendship is going to be? You and I bickering and making lewd comments about my body?”

“Awww did you just call us friends!”

“No no no! That’s not what I said!”

“You did, you totally did!”

“Nope you misheard me, my English isn’t great.”

“Your English is fine. Well except how you say my name but I find it kinda charming.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“You don’t call me Will you say Weel. It’s adorable!”

“I am not adorable!”

“You bickering about it just makes it’s more adorable.”

“I hate you.”

“What was that? I didn’t hear you?”

“Oh so English isn’t working here I’ll help you!

ti odio-Italian Daikirai- Japanese ich hasse dich- German je te deteste- French

That enough for you or shall I continue?!”

“How many languages do you speak?”

“Eleven”

“Wow! Where did you learn them?”

“I would shadow travel a lot ending up in different countries. You pick things up.”

“That’s actually really cool. Would you be willing to come translate when we get new demigods that don’t speak English?”

“Oh uh yeah sure that’s fine. I didn’t really think you would want me in here after I’m discharged. The aura of death isn’t great in a place of healing.”

Will sat on the bed and took my hand. Wills hands were strong and warm. Callused over from training and healing. My heart began to race as he touched me. What was wrong with me!!

“Death is a natural part of life Nico. I understand that. I’ve seen more death than most demigods. I was in the last war. My brothers died. Many died under my hands as I tried to bring them back. I’m roughly the same age as you. If people don’t understand that then.. well screw them.”

Wills face was serious and had this little V that formed when he frowned.

“Don’t frown Will.”

“Sorry.”

He tried for a small smile. It was cute. CUTE!! What was this dude doing to me! I snatched my hand back quickly only leaving him chuckling.

The rest of the day Will would come in and out of my room. Jason brought me some clothes from my cabin. Sitting with me on the cot we played cards for most of the afternoon.

“So how’s the vacation?”

“I wouldn’t call this a vacation. I can’t travel for a month. After that I’m thinking maybe a real one would be nice. Maybe Jamaica. ”

“You hate the sun.”

“Yeah well maybe I’ve been in the dark to long.”

“Sounds like Goldie locks is rubbing off on you.”

“I don’t know what you are talking about. And you are Goldie locks in my head.”

“Aww you have a nickname for me in your head!”

“Why is everyone doing that!?”

“Doing what?”

“Doing the Awww Nico likes me bit.”

“You like me!”

“Shut the fuck up Grace!”

“Language Nico!” Wills voice chimed in as he walked threw the partition.

“I seriously need to rid my life of blondes.”

“Oh gods Grace what did you say to him.”

“I did the awww Nico likes me thing.”

“Yeah I did that when he called us friends.”

“I did not call us friends we are not friends!”

“We are so friends, we are best friends.”

“Yeah we’ll go fish best friend.” I said with acid dripping from my mouth.

(Later that night…)

Wills POV

I heard thrashing from the back corner of my infirmary. Running back I realized it was Nico. The IV I had him on came loose in his sleep! Shit! A nightmare! Plugging his IV back in his arm I started to rush his hair back out of his eyes. Nico dreams in Italian it seems from the mumbled words coming from his lips.

Soon he started to settle, maybe even waking up a little.

“Will..? Is that you.” He said sleepily not even opening his eyes.

“Yeah it’s me. Your IV fell out but I put it back.” I whispered.

“Oh good… will you stay with me incase he comes back?”

“ Yeah sweetie I’ll stay.” I took his hand. I know it seems presumptuous to call him sweetie but I was tired and I was used to scared patients. They like endearments when they are scared. Nico must have been sleep talking because he didn’t even budge at my words.

I took his hand clasping it in my own. Fingers long and thin like a piano player or a violinist. More scarred and callused than any warrior I’ve treated. Honestly he is probably the most broken of anyone I’ve treated. Asleep his name fit him perfectly. Angelic was the only word. He has those big heavy lidded eyes and pouty lips that drive me crazy. I’ve had it bad for this boy for years now and this may be my only chance to indulge in this kind of contact. Soon I fell asleep still holding his hand.

Day three

Nicos POV

I woke up with something hot in my hand, almost burning compared to my naturally low body temp. Wills hand. I almost snatched it back until I realized he was asleep. Hmmm he’s a quiet sleeper even sitting up in the chair? I allowed myself a few moments of daydreaming. Will was really attractive. I hated to admit that but he was. Also he wasn’t afraid of me the way others were. I liked that. I pushed him away countless times yet, bam here he is holding my hand. I tried to remember how this could have happened…. the nightmare! My IV fell out that’s right! Did I? Did I ask him to stay? I did. Shit!

Well to late now. I circled my thumb across his palm. Smooth and even. Not scarred like me. I’ve seen him with his shirt off at the beach once before too. Will was smooth and unmarked everywhere. Perfection if there is such a thing. Why was I feeling this way it’s not like we haven’t spent a bunch of time together. We have only really interacted like five or so times before this. Of course that just made me realize how much I have noticed him in the past. Looks like I have a thing for nice tans and light eyes. Never really liked blondes but on someone like him it looks really good. Reminded me of his father but less selfish.

Will was upbeat and humble. Qualities that are worth prizing. Will Solace should be shadow boxed and put on display. Damn this is worse than Percy. Stirring in his seat I decided to play possum so I could still hold his hand. Closing my eyes I stayed still listening to his movements. Instead of bringing his hand back he rubbed his thumb over my knuckles. Readjusting his hand he laced our fingers and began rubbing small circles on the tender flesh of my inner wrist. The motion was doing things to me. When I was little I remember this being a very forward gesture. A man would flick the button of s woman’s glove open and caress the veins of her wrist. It was the equivalent of putting your hand up a girls blouse in public nowadays.

I may be wrong… but I think he might like me.

15 mutuals, 15 questions

Thanks for the tag @sophieandtheorchestra !!!

Are you named after anyone? Nope! My parents just wanted a one-syllable name and, fun fact, they wanted it to be unisex so i wouldn’t get discriminated against on resumes.

When was the last time you cried? idk. recently.

Do you have any kids? HAHAHAHHAHAH i am 18. No thank God. Though I often call the theatre kids I work with my kids lmao

Do you use sarcasm a lot? Less in recent years, but still fairly often.

What’s the first thing you notice about people? I don’t know. Maybe whether or not they appear friendly. Like if they look angry or if they’re smiling or whatever.

Eye color? Hazel

Scary movie or happy ending? Literally FUCK scary movies.

Any special talents? I mean I can sing and play some instruments and I did stand-up for years which I wasn’t terrible at.

Where were you born? Santa Monica, CA.

Hobbies? Writing and music mostly

Do you have any pets? two dogs and a tortoise none of whom i have seen since august :(

What sports do you/have you played? like, all of them. I played soccer for 11-ish years, basketball for 7-ish, karate for 6-ish, softball/baseball for 8-ish, volleyball for 3, flag football for a season… I was actually a really sporty kid. I don’t do any anymore though so.

How tall are you? I’m not.

Favorite subject in school? Theatre!

Dream job? BROADWAY

I tag @trinatries @the-krystal-nacht @andrewrannellsdeservesatony @short–insomniacs and whoever else wants to do it

Aw, this is cute.

HP RP Pair Up

In the spirit of script swap, here’s another event to bring the community closer together. The HP RP Pair Up.

Once all the names are submitted, and May ends, I will pair everyone up. Everyone will get one randomly assigned partner. You and your partner will co-write and perform a thread together. It must have at least two characters, though it may have more than two. You and your partner are the only ones allowed in the thread. 

Send me an ask or a message saying that you’d like to participate. If you aren’t sending me the message from your RP account, be sure to also send me the URL you roleplay from. Sign ups will be open for the entire month of May. I am aware that it is finals season, so this will be slower going with longer deadlines.

ANNABETH CHASE (in color palette #35) for my art trade with twitchyteleporter! I’m also going to label this as a belated drawing for Annabeth’s birthday, which was yesterday. 

I really roasted your mom back there.

Read more about your Zodiac sign here

#weird flex but ok

I love how with Disney villains their songs are usually either “glorified soliloquies about their plans” or “trying to make a deal with the protagonist” but Gaston’s song is literally the whole town trying to raise his shattered ego after he got rejected from a marriage proposal given to the one woman in town that would quite obviously turn him down.